On the other side, Tang Luoran went to Jiang Hanchen's house, and she didn't know anything about what happened to Fu Zichen and Yin Zi.

Inserting the key into the keyhole, twisting it, "click-" sound, Jiang Hanchen held the doorknob and opened the door.

"It might be a bit messy, I hope you don't mind." Speaking politely, Jiang Hanchen smiled a little reservedly.

Tang Luoran smiled indifferently and shook his head, his willingness to bring her here already made her grateful, what else was there to complain about?

Presumably, Jiang Han could also see that she was very uncomfortable in the hospital, even if it was just one night, let her escape once, and then she would be able to calmly deal with anyone's attack.

Maybe you can laugh at Fu Zichen's indifference.

After changing her shoes in the hallway, she was still a little hesitant, Jiang Hanchen saw this, simply grabbed her wrist, and took her from the hallway to the living room with compulsion but very gentleness - the spacious and tidy living room did not cause her discomfort.

The simple but stylish decoration shows that Jiang Hanchen's taste is not bad.

Sitting down on the soft sofa, she was still a little restrained, looking around, while muttering, "It's not messy at all, you must clean it often, it's not like a place where men live alone." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that it was not appropriate to say this, but it was too late to explain.

"You misunderstood, I ask my aunt to clean it every week, otherwise how can it be so clean? And I don't come back very often, I usually stay in an apartment near the hospital. Jiang Hanchen said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with the gurgling of boiling things, and the aroma of coffee wafted out.

How many houses did he buy?

Although he didn't know what the purpose of coming here was, he had come here, and Tang Luoran didn't want to ruin his fun, so he simply relaxed, stood up and planned to walk around.

Jiang Hanchen walked out of the kitchen at this time, asked her to sit down obediently, and he went to get the medicine box.

In desperation, as soon as she stood up, she sat down again, watching Jiang Hanchen busy before and after, and within half a minute, two cups of hot coffee and a large medicine box were moved to her.

"You drink coffee and try to divert your attention, because it might hurt a little bit to disinfect the wound later." Jiang Hanchen looked ashamed as he pushed the steaming coffee in front of her.

He sat on the single sofa diagonally opposite her, Tang Luoran stretched out his hand, put his palm down on the sofa handle, and watched him carefully cut the handkerchief with scissors.

The white handkerchief was already stained red with blood at this time, which was shocking.

The wound was not big, but it was still bleeding, and there should have been platelets to cover the wound, but now, the blood was still slowly flowing out, and the entire back of the hand was stained with blood.

"Does it hurt?" He asked lightly, and at the same time raised his eyes to ask her, Tang Luoran shook his head expressionlessly, her lips were dry and slightly pale.

Her heart hurt more than the pain in her hands.

Even if she can pretend to be calm now, as soon as she sees this wound, she will think of Yin Zi and Fu Zichen - thinking of Yin Zi's white hand slowly climbing up Fu Zichen's strong shoulder, entangled.

She's had enough of being stimulated by that kind of image anymore, she's tired.

didn't move the coffee, but watched Jiang Hanchen wash her wounds and the surrounding blood stains with a cotton swab dipped in iodine wine, until a crack was clearly exposed, and she was already frowning.

What made her frown was not the pain, but the ugliness of the wound, and she couldn't help but ask him, "You say, will there be a scar?" ”

She is also a doctor, but she cannot answer herself.

Because she is asking about the wound on her heart, if the injury caused by Fu Zichen to her will leave a scar, does it mean that she will live in his shadow for the rest of her life and will never forget him?

"Although the wound is a bit deep and it is still a secondary injury, as long as you handle it well, it will not leave a scar, and I will ask the dermatology doctor to give you some scar removal medicine, okay?" He chuckled, his brow full of tenderness.

He was comforting her, Tang Luoran knew better than anyone else.

However, she did not dismantle it, but echoed him with a rare smile and responded positively, "Okay, thank you, you will have to let the doctor take care of it at that time." ”

At this moment, she can chat and laugh with anyone like a nobody, but she can't make a little wave in her heart.

Jiang Hanchen said and laughed, and gave her medicine, the drug stimulation made Tang Luoran frown, and his pretty face wrinkled, at the same time, his gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and he asked curiously, "Anyway, won't your family worry about you?" For example, you love people. ”

He was just joking, but he made her face stiff.

Swallowing saliva, a slight grunt came out of her throat, similar to an answer, but she couldn't hear it clearly, Tang Luoran was just confused, she didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

Because once she talks, her heart hurts once.

How could Fu Zichen be worried about her?

Now she thinks about divorcing as soon as possible in order to get rid of it, otherwise if she continues to live like this, she will only end up physically and mentally exhausted.

Because of her silence, the atmosphere was a little stiff, Jiang Hanchen knew that he had said the wrong thing again, and he couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed, it was the first time he felt that he was talking so clumsy.

Silent, the wound had been wrapped in layers of bandages, and it was done.

Jiang Hanchen breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and was about to smile at her, but found that her expression was a little trance, as if she was thinking about something else.

"What's wrong?" Asked softly, pulling Tang Luoran back to reality from her chaotic thoughts, she calmly responded, "It's okay, but can you lend me my phone, I want to call someone." ”

She was in such a hurry that she forgot to bring her bag from the hospital.

"Of course." Jiang Hanchen generously agreed, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and handed it to her.

Tang Luoran got up with her mobile phone, walked around the marble table in front of the sofa, walked to the balcony door, and looked at the thick night outside the glass door, she dialed the familiar number.

I have pressed his number over and over again, but I have rarely had the courage to dial it.

Now she is no longer afraid, pressing the call button, she quickly put the phone to her ear, her slender fingers brushed away the hair attached to her ear, pulled it behind her ear, and the phone was just connected.

"It's me, Tang Luoran." She spoke, unsure if he would recognize her voice, so she added.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and his breath was a little heavy, which made her nervous involuntarily.

After a moment, Fu Zichen responded, "You finally called, have you thought about explaining it to me?" ”

Interpretation?

Tang Luoran quickly reacted, it turned out that Fu Zichen had been waiting for her to explain to him about Yin Zi, and he still didn't want to believe what she said.

For a moment, she almost choked in pain, the wound didn't hurt so much when it was coated with irritating potion, and he could make her frown in a few words.

In the end, she was too indulgent to him.

"I don't have anything to explain." Tang Luoran said, suddenly paused, she realized that Jiang Hanchen was still behind her, even if she didn't listen deliberately, she would inevitably hear it, and she didn't want to spread things out so quickly.

In desperation, she simply pulled the glass door open, walked to the balcony, and closed the door behind her, isolating her from Jiang Hanchen, he could only see her back clearly, but he couldn't hear her voice.

At this time, Tang Luoran dared to continue, her tone was serious and her attitude was resolute, "I called you for only one purpose, that is, I want to divorce you, please agree immediately, sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible, don't delay it any longer." ”

If he didn't love her, why did he let her stay with him?

It's been five years, if he can give her a candy after slapping her, maybe she won't be able to leave him by now, but he won't give anything to him, and his torture is to snub her for five whole years!

She trembled, not knowing if it was because her body was cold or her heart was cold.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, like a black whirlpool, swallowing her little by little, and when she thought she was about to fall into this abyss, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked word by word, "Do you really want to divorce me?" ”

"Or else? Do you think I'm kidding? Tang Luoran's emotions also became excited.

thought that she was calling to explain her relationship with Jiang Hanchen, but he didn't want it to be this kind of result, and for a while, a sour feeling surged into his heart, but he didn't know it.

As soon as he remembered the picture of Tang Luoran and that man's fingers interlocking today, he had a headache.

Knowing that she didn't deserve to make him so angry, he couldn't control his emotions, and this was the first time he had felt this way.

Fu Zichen pressed his eyebrows, although he was still in the office at this time, he had already gotten up and picked up the woolen coat hanging on the tripod, and while putting the coat on, he said to the other end of the phone, "You go home first, I have something to tell you." ”

Family? Is there still a home between them?

If Fu Zichen was referring to the cold villa, then Tang Luoran would rather stay in her humble apartment than go back to the empty house, where there is only indifference and no warmth.

However, she did not directly refuse, but put forward conditions, "You answer me about the divorce first, and I am deciding whether to go back?" ”

There was the sound of footsteps on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of the door opening.

"I refuse, anyway, you wait for me at the gate of the hospital, and I'll pick you up." Fu Zichen replied to her coldly, his attitude was resolute, there was no room for negotiation, and even coercion.

She should have expected this kind of answer, and she was not surprised.

But the most important thing at the moment is that Fu Zichen said that he would pick her up at the hospital?

Turning his head to look at Jiang Hanchen, who was still sitting on the sofa drinking coffee behind the glass door, Tang Luoran looked at him and told Fu Zichen word by word, "I'm not in the hospital now, I'm at Jiang Hanchen's house, my hand is injured, and he bandages me." ”

As she spoke, there was the sound of footsteps on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of the car door opening, and the grinding sound of keys dangling in the air.

"You-" As soon as the key was inserted into the hole, Fu Zichen had already started the engine, but he didn't expect that what he was waiting for would be such a result.

He had planned to drive her back in person, but he didn't want her to say that she was in another man's house.

Don't look away, Fu Zichen hooked the corners of his mouth, showing a mocking smile, and he responded coldly, "You give me to the hospital immediately, or you will give me a straight home." ”

"Sorry, I can't do it at the moment." Refusing ruthlessly, Tang Luoran hung up the phone, it was the first time she resisted Fu Zichen like this, and she didn't feel the slightest sense of accomplishment, but was a little out of strength.

And Fu Zichen, who was hung up on the phone, had already stepped on the accelerator, but suddenly stepped on the emergency brake.

"Sting-" He pulled up to the side of the street, clenched fists slamming the steering wheel.